So, I am halfway through training. I’ve learned some pretty good stuff. I am progressing with the language and for less than two weeks, I’d say I’m not doing too badly. I know how to say that I am going to the hospital and that I went to the bazaar on the bus, both of which I hope not to need.
More importantly, I know how to say that a flying monkey ate my homework and please, I don’t like the orange.
Seriously, though, I think I’m picking up some great skills: people skills, culture skills, language skills, anthropological skills, nunchuk skills.
God’s really teaching me a lot about myself and what I can do and where I need to learn and why He made me this way. And to be patient, especially with people.